I am betroth'd: and art thou not asham'd
To wrong him with thy importunacy?

Pro. I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. Sil. And so suppose am I; for in his grave, Assure thyself my love is buried.

117 Fro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Sil. Go to thy lady's grave and call hers thence; Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. 120 Jul. [Aside.] He heard not that.

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber: To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep; For since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted, I am but a shadow, And to your shadow will I make true love. 128 Jul. [Aside.] If 'twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,

And make it but a shadow, as I am.

Sil. I am very loath to be your idol, sir; But, since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadows and adore false shapes, 133 Send to me in the morning and I'll send it. And so, good rest.

Pro. As wretches have o'er night That wait for execution in the morn.

136 [Exeunt PROTEUS, and SILVIA, above.

Jul. Host, will you go?

Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep. Jul. Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus? Host. Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think 'tis almost day.

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Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night

That e'er I watch'd and the most heaviest.

SCENE III.-The Same.

Enter EGLAMOUR.

[Exeunt.

Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia Entreated me to call, and know her mind: There's some great matter she'd employ me in. Madam, Madam!

Enter SILVIA above, at her window.

Who calls?

Sil. Egl. Your servant, and your friend; 4 One that attends your ladyship's command. Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good

morrow.

Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. According to your ladyship's impose, I am thus early come to know what service It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentlemanThink not I flatter, for I swear I do notValiant, wise, remorseful, well-accomplish'd. Thou art not ignorant what dear good will

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I bear unto the banish'd Valentine,
Nor how my father would enforce me marry 16
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors.
Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say
No grief did ever come so near thy heart
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
To Mantua, where, I hear he makes abode;
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company,
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,
And on the justice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heaven and fortune still rewards with
plagues.

I do desire thee, even from a heart
As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
To bear me company and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

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Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd, I give consent to go along with you, Recking as little what betideth me As much I wish all good befortune you. When will you go?

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Sil.
This evening coming.
Egl. Where shall I meet you?
Sil.
Where I intend holy confession.
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship.
Good morrow, gentle lady.

At Friar Patrick's cell,

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he had suffered for 't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentleman-like dogs under the duke's table: he had not been there-bless the mark-a pissing. while, but all the chamber smelt him. 'Out with the dog!' says one; 'What cur is that?' says another; 'Whip him out,' says the third; 'Hang him up,' says the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs: 'Friend,' quoth I, 'you mean to whip the dog?' 'Ay, marry, do I,' quoth he. 'You do him the more wrong,' quoth I; "twas I did the thing you wot of.' He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for his servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for't; thou thinkest not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you served me when I took my leave of Madam Silvia: did not I bid thee still mark me and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave up my leg and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? Didst thou ever see me do such a trick?

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Enter PROTEUS, and JULIA in boy's clothes. Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please: I will do what I can. Pro. I hope thou wilt. [To LAUNCE.] How now, you whoreson peasant! Where have you been these two days loitering? Launce. Marry, sir, I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me.

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Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? 52 Launce. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur, and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present.

Pro. But she received my dog? 56 Launce No, indeed, did she not: here have I brought him back again.

Pro. What! didst thou offer her this from me? Launce. Ay, sir: the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the marketplace; and then I offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.

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Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again,

Or ne'er return again into my sight.
Away, I say! Stay'st thou to vex me here?

A slave that still an end turns me to shame. 68 [Exit LAUNCE.

Sebastian, I have entertained thee

This letter: that's her chamber. Tell my lady
I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber,
Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. [Exit.
Jul. How many women would do such a
message?

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Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd
A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs.
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him
That with his very heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
Because I love him, I must pity him.
This ring I gave him when he parted from me,
To bind him to remember my good will;
And now am I-unhappy messenger-
To plead for that which I would not obtain,
To carry that which I would have refus'd, 108
To praise his faith which I would have disprais'd.
I am my master's true-confirmed love,
But cannot be true servant to my master,
Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Yet will I woo for him; but yet so coldly
As heaven it knows, I would not have him speed.
Enter SILVIA, attended.

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Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my

mean

To bring me where to speak with Madam Silvia. Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she?

Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.

124 [A picture brought. Go, give your master this: tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Would better fit his chamber than this shadow. Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.Pardon me, madam, I have unadvis'd Deliver'd you a paper that I should not: This is the letter to your ladyship.

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Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.
Jul. It may not be: good madam, pardon me.
Sil. There, hold.

I will not look upon your master's lines:
I know, they are stuff'd with protestations 136
And full of new-found oaths, which he will break
As easily as I do tear his paper.

Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.

Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me; 140

For, I have heard him say a thousand times,
His Julia gave it him at his departure.
Though his false finger have profan'd the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. 144
Jul. She thanks you.
Sil. What say'st thou?

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Which served me as fit, by all men's judgments,
As if the garment had been made for me:
Therefore I know she is about my height.
And at that time I made her weep agood; 172
For I did play a lamentable part.
Madam, 'twas Ariadne passioning
For Theseus' perjury and unjust flight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly, and would I might be dead
If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!
Sil. She is beholding to thee, gentle youth.-
Alas, poor lady, desolate and left!

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I weep myself to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purse: I give thee this For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. 184

Farewell.

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Jul. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you know her.-[Exit SILVIA, with Attendants. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful. I hope my master's suit will be but cold, Since she respects my mistress' love so much. Alas, how love can trifle with itself! Here is her picture: let me see; I think, If I had such a tire, this face of mine Were full as lovely as is this of hers; And yet the painter flatter'd her a little, Unless I flatter with myself too much. Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow: 196 If that be all the difference in his love I'll get me such a colour'd periwig. Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine: Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high. What should it be that he respects in her But I can make respective in myself, If this fond Love were not a blinded god? Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up, For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form! 205 Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd,

And, were there sense in his idolatry,

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My substance should be statue in thy stead. 208
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That us'd me so; or else, by Jove I vow,

I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-Milan. An Abbey.

Enter EGLAMOUR.

Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky, And now it is about the very hour That Silvia at Friar Patrick's cell should meet

me.

SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Forest.

Enter VALENTINE,

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Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desart, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the nightingale's complaining notes Tune my distresses and record my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless, Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall And leave no memory of what it was! Repair me with thy presence, Silvia! Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain! [Noise within. What halloing and what stir is this to-day? These are my mates, that make their wills their law,

Have some unhappy passenger in chase. They love me well; yet I have much to do To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here? [Steps aside.

Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA. Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you

Though you respect not aught your servant doth

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Sil. O heaven! Pro.

I'll force thee yield to my desire.

Val. [Coming forward.] Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch;

Thou friend of an ill fashion!
Pro.

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Valentine! Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love

For such is a friend now-treach'rous man! Thou hast beguil'd my hopes: naught but mine

Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, Rather than have false Proteus rescue me. O! heaven be judge how I love Valentine, Whose life's as tender to me as my soul, And full as much-for more there cannot be― I do detest false perjur'd Proteus. Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.

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Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death,

Would I not undergo for one calm look!

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Val. Then, I am paid; And once again I do receive thee honest. Who by repentance is not satisfied Is nor of heaven,nor earth; for these are pleas'd. By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd: 81 And, that my love may appear plain and free, All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.